~
She is mute
&
I'm blind.

Remember those days we'd all dress for a flight
Now all hoodies and trackie bottoms,
an almost ghastly sight
Remember those days your mum would call you in for tea
Sat down with just four channels,
with only one ITV
Remember those days when you only had one best friend
Not over a thousand nobody's, who just want to be on trend
Remember those days,
checking scores on Teletext
And looking for flights, that little bit cheaper, flick over onto Ceefax
Thoughts of better times,
when Freddie sang that,
these were the days of our lives
Well those day's will always ring true,
and hold hope,
in our nostalgic side

JJB

Splashes of Van Gogh’s yellow
from the daffodils of Spring
color the Winter canvas
to inspire the birds to sing
Though, a tad bit more than a casual hint
when flowers pop through the snow
The stubborn incumbent season
just does not want to go
It has become apparent to me
as I gaze at the budding trees
that Winter can do nothing more
than wave goodbye and sneeze

Ritz crackers!
Ritz crackers!
How you Smell
Just like my knackers!

If there's fifty ways to leave your lover
How come you only mention five or six?
Is that because a magician
Never reveals all of his tricks?

And if we live in the land of a thousand dances
What's with the paucity of description?
I'm starting to think these people
Just forge and deal in fiction

Or at least vast overstatement
Followed by unironic litotes
The limits of the form laid bare
Soon covered by the vagaries

Of broken hearts
George Throughgood
Projected a final score of
Two thousand
I'd like to see him
Name a tenth of them
The mans all mouth and trousers.